The Lawman Takes A Wife
Sheriff DeWitt Gavin was quite an assortment of surprises to merchant Molly Calhan. Saddled with a scandalous past and a giant-size sweet tooth, he also had a truly giving heart. Now if only she could convince him to give his heart to her…!Witt Gavin had enough to handle, being the new lawman in a town rife with gossip and kids convinced bank robbers were hiding down every alley. His one daily treat was a visit to Molly Calhan's candy counter. But was it the confections that drew him–or the sweet shopkeeper herself?
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“You were mad about a lot more than me not bringing that plate back pronto.”
“Oh, dear. I should have known. But then I thought—”
She stopped, blushed.
“You thought…?” Witt prompted, fascinated by the mix of emotions that washed across her face.
She bit her lower lip, shook her head. The color in her cheeks was rapidly changing from rose to scarlet.
She had very kissable lips.
He bent closer. He couldn’t help himself. She drew him like a magnet drew iron. “Yes?”
“I thought you thought I was too…forward. That I was…”
Closer still. “Yes?”
“Chasing you.” The words escaped on a gasp.
Witt’s head spun. Molly Calhan? Chasing him? Him?
He liked the thought. A lot.
The Lawman Takes a Wife
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ANNE AVERY
The Lawman Takes a Wife #573
This book is for Dame Agatha and Phinneas T. Dogg,
who have stuck by me from the first.
And in loving memory of Osa, the Wonder Bear,
who tended to shed.
Contents
Chapter One
“What’d I tell you? That’s him.”
“You sure?” Bonnie Calhan frowned down at her eight-year-old brother. With the superior perspective of her eleven years, she’d learned to be cautious—even making Dickie cross his heart and hope to die wasn’t always a guarantee you could believe him. Now that he’d grabbed hold of this latest wild notion of his, there was just no telling at all.
Dickie wasn’t paying her any mind, anyway. He was standing on tiptoe, face pressed against the tall, narrow front window of Elk City’s sheriff’s office, straining to see inside.
“Are you sure?” she insisted, poking him to make him listen.
He grudgingly backed away from the window and dusted his hands on the seat of his overalls. “Certain sure. Saw him come in on the train last night. He was carryin’ a rifle an’ a saddle an’ askin’ for the mayor. An’ I heard him sayin’ somethin’ about the sheriff’s office. Honest. Couldn’t be nobody else.”
“Anybody else.”
He shrugged, irritated. “See for yourself if you don’t believe me.”
Bonnie eyed him doubtfully, then cupped her hands around her eyes and peered through the rain and dirt-blotched window. The effort was wasted. What with the grime, the natural distortions in the crude glass, and the sharp contrast between sunlit street and shadowed interior, she couldn’t see anything except a dark bulk hunched over a desk at the back of the room.
But it was the sheriff’s office, and they’d been expecting the new sheriff for weeks, now. Much as she hated to admit it, Dickie was probably right.
“All right,” she said, reluctantly giving in as she usually did, sooner or later. “But if you’re wrong…”
“I ain’t. You’ll see.”
“Yes, I will. And don’t say ain’t. You know Mother doesn’t like it.”
She tried to take his hand, but he scowled and dodged out of reach. “Don’t you go bossin’ me, Bonnie Mae Calhan! Just ’cause you’re bigger’n me an’—”
“Oh, come on. If we’re going to do this, there’s no sense dawdling.”
His scowl deepened. “You sound just like Mother.” But when Bonnie moved toward the door, he was a half step ahead of her.
Bonnie halted on the threshold, blinking against the sudden transition from sunlight to shadow. Dust coated the raw plank floor and hung in the air like a gauzy curtain, obscuring details. Not that there was anything worth seeing except the desk and the man behind it.
He looked up at their entrance, but she couldn’t make out much more of his features than she had outside.
“Yes?” His voice was deep, pleasant to the ear.
“Are you—” The words stuck on her tongue like molasses.
All of a sudden, she was even less certain of the wisdom of this visit than she’d been when she’d given in to Dickie’s pleading. What if he laughed at them? Or gave them a tongue lashing for wasting his time like old Mr. Garver was always doing? Or worse, told their mother?
Bonnie blenched at the thought of what her mother would say if she found out.
Dickie had no such reservations. “You the new sheriff?” he demanded, boldly stepping forward.
“I am.”
Dickie threw her a look that clearly said, told you so! and edged a little farther into the room. “You really a gunfighter, like Freddy Christian said you was?”
